Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Armaggon Novels & Stories

Angel muttered with gritted teeth since the magical power that was wrapping around his body was coming from the only vampire with them. He turned to meet Mira. He was totally angry and tried his best to move from his spot while growling deeply. He doesn’t care about the pain that it was giving to his body. He was bleeding from fighting it back and he was not backing down. Until something hit his head from within. ‘ALARICK, ENOUGH!’ ‘NO!’ ‘THEN ARE YOU WILLING TO HURT OUR MATE?!’ ‘MATE…?’ “From the moon to dawn, Hear my voice and radiate into the clear sky.

He made the final bite and tore the hand right into two. The beast roared again but by now Bolt was back on the ground, as the beast growled, searching for him. Time to kick our super speed in. We ran around the beast in speedy circles, circles so fast that you could see him everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The agmarbh bellowed, using the only hand he had left to punch random places in the circle we ran around it, in hope that it would get us. After the fifth attempt, things didn’t go as planned for it because Bolt caught its hand with its teeth, detaching that from him as well. Due to lack of balance from the agmarbh’s massive hands that used to keep him on the floor, it collapsed o

I call back to her just as I watch a nagata catch her from behind, wrapping their tail around her arms and torso. Amelia snarls as her turquoise eyes start to glow. “For the record, you guys are really pissing me off,” she growls as she throws her head back at full force, headbutting the nagata square in the nose. He cries out clutching his face as blood streams from his shattered nose, but it causes him to loosen his grip enough for Amelia to get out of his hold. She spins around landing a powerful kick to his face, the force of it knocking him to the ground as she stands there panting in her shifted form. She looks around and spots Arthwin off to the side. “I thought you were supposed to b

However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor. I'd just gotten off work from the graveyard shift and was on my way back to my dormitory when I ran into a group of drunk street thugs. Just as they were about to force me to my wits' end, Vernon suddenly appeared out of nowhere. After chasing off the thugs, he gathered me in his arms even though my knee was bleeding from earlier. His hug threw me completely off guard. It felt like the strange yet familiar warmth of a father's hug—big, strong, and safe.

no one. Agony threw his head back and bellowed loudly. A faint word whispered through his mind...control...control, but he had no concept of what that word meant. All he had was his bloodlust, and the fire in his veins, a raging inferno that screamed for release that he would no longer deny. Jagged incisions rent down his arms and his face, dark red blood oozing from the wounds, his black T-shirt becoming wet and sticky from the hidden scores to his chest. His eyes pulsed crimson red...a swirling maelstrom that changed to silver, a split second before a shaft of pure energy burst forth and incinerated the fleeing female.

A wolf that looked like it had been photoshopped from a nightmare and then given a silver-eye glow for good measure. “Help! Help me, please!” I squealed, raising my hands in surrender as if that would somehow make the shirtless, muscular men and the terrifying beast vanish into smoke. My voice quivered like I was auditioning for the lead in some horror-comedy nobody asked for. The newcomer, green-eyed, disturbingly calm, and clearly immune to the chaos, took a step forward. “Relax, he’s fine, he just needs…” He gestured vaguely at Alaric, who was still huffing and glaring like a furious storm incarnate.

“I’m sorry... I just thought maybe you should just choose me instead of some she-wolf. I know you better.” Warg dragged her with her legs and began swinging her around like a hula hoop. As a result, her body was thrown forward and collided with the fucking bench. The door to my dungeon swung open, revealing Salvatore. “You dare try to mark me!” Warg roared as he spoke; he was enraged; he choked her once more in an attempt to end her life; however, Salvatore went on his knees and begged him. “Warg, please.” Warg’s eyes widened in surprise; he abhors it whenever anyone in his family shows respect to him by bowing. After spotting a window, he jumped out of the building through the window and st

He disposed of them as easily as splitting rotten wood. "Take this!" One man approached Logan from behind, sounding displeased with the situation. "Tam's technique is incredible!" exclaimed the man with the red bandana, his eyes filled with anticipation. Tam Gore possessed a technique similar to Samitra from the Divine Creed's Exos. He could instantly expand his body, making it as hard as steel. It was said that blades couldn't penetrate him. Tam focused his mystique energy, but Logan ignored him. Instead, Logan went after another fighter behind him and casually tossed him into the air. The man fell from the sky, crashing to the ground in a bloody heap.

Purple blood leaked from its arm. A mutant.

The doors swung open again, heavier this time, and the guards dragged a figure through the hall—one she knew all too well. Morgan. His clothes were torn, fur matted where his partial shift had been forced against him, and his wrists were bound with the same enchanted ropes that bit into her own skin. His golden eyes, however, still burned with defiance, unbowed despite the chains and bruises. Argos threw back his head and laughed, a sound that made the walls shudder. “Well, well, well… look at this! My own half-brother, finally brought before me. And awake, too! What luck!”